Chapter Three
"You have good control over your magic so far," Pan told me. We stood in the Dark Forest of Neverland. He was helping me with my magic. "But there are other tricks you can learn, love."
"Like?"
"Have you ever seen your mother steal a heart?" He looked at me, as if searching through my memories for that exact moment.
I nodded. "Yeah. But I could never figure out how to do it." It was true. I had spent years and years trying to figure out how to do it. I tried it on my father once. That didn't go so well. He beat me for it, telling me not to use my magic on my own father. Like I cared if I killed him or not. I didn't love him.
Pan grinned. "It's very easy." Suddenly his hand was on my chest, and I felt a sharp pain go through my chest. He pulled his hand away, and with it, a pumping, blood red orb from my chest. I gasped from the pain. I've seen Regina pull a heart out of somebody's body before. But never had anyone taken my own.
Pan held my heart in his hand, eyeing it possessively. "Very easy."
"How does that even help me? You just took my freaking heart."
"Language, love," Pan said. "And I know I took it. That was intended."
"Can I have it back?" Pan was really starting to piss me off.
"It's mine now. I'm keeping it, just in case you decide to try something. Now I can control you easily." He leaned into me, grinning demonically. "So, my dear Olivia, if you try anything, one step over the line, I'll crush your precious heart more and more each time."
"In other words, you'll kill me?" I couldn't believe he just stole my heart. What a bitch.
"No, love. I wouldn't kill you." He cupped my chin with his hand, forcing me to look into his evil, dark eyes. "You're mine. But remember, my Evil Princess, you will be punished if you misbehave."